Digital Story:

What I want is…

What I want is
Enough determination and heart

To prove everyone wrong
What I want is

A chance to wrestle at state
And again

And again
With the pressure high

And all the weight on my shoulders,
The nerves on my mind

Preventing shots
As quick as they come

On the huge mats
With the smell

Of fear
Of being done for good

As I count all of my matches
Won

And lost
And my years put in

My wrestling
Semifinals won, Finals won

My Room Poem:

Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His blankets and clothes lying all over the not quite so visible floor.
His closet stuffed full of the balls and old clothes he used to play with,
And the odor creeping out through the windows and door.
His clothes hanging from his dresser drawers.
His car magazines sitting by his lamp.
His golf clubs in the shiny black bags.
His tools lying on his table,
And his clothes thrown everywhere still with the tags.
A toy lizard sitting on the floor by the door.
His football pads found their way to the big hall.
His homework thrown in his closet,
And his smelly old clothes stacked up the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Drew or Matthew or Tim—
Huh? You say it’s mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!

The Bird Poem:

I walked onto the mat
And stared into his face
We glared and stood so silently
Each wrestler took his place

And so the match began
He tried to pin me quick
Instead I pinned him by myself
He wasn’t full of tricks

Revised:

To start off my shoes are skate boarding shoes. They look quite fat and are probably in my opinion the most comfortable shoes in the world. The brand of shoe that I wear is Adio. The leather black emblem that is stitched into the outside of each shoe is a nice smooth swirl that forms into a lowercase “a”, to stand for Adio of course! On the inside of each of my shoes there is just a solid off-white section surrounded by a think black leather line surrounding it. When you look at the rest of my shoe you can see random black scribbles, almost like looking at a little kids drawings, all over. Then there is my mesh white tongue covered up by the long glossy black shoe laces, and at the top of the tongue stitched in is a square that says Adio and has the eblem.

Metaphor Poem:

The bus comes
on big elephant limbs.

It comes forward
towards the city and
on heavy feet
as it rolls through the village.

Atlantic Fight Song Redone...

When wrestling it’s nice to get a bye,
it makes you stand back and take a sigh.
When you hit the mat, we know you’ll do just that,
You will win by a pin and not a tie.

You grapple so hard you want to cry,
In your gut you know you can’t say die.
You give it everything you’ve got,
You work hard because you know the win is, a great feeling inside.

W-R-E-S-T-L-E Wrestle!

Love Sonnet Thing:

I love my mother more than I can say,
she knows me better than anyone does.
She makes my life better from day to day,
by giving me lot of kisses and hugs.
The older I get I have noticed this,
I don’t have much time for her day to day.
I push her away when she tries to kiss.
It’s time to leave I can no longer stay.
I am going to go live on my own,
I need to cut the strings of the apron.
All I’ll need to do is pick up the phone,
just to hear her sweet voice say “hello hun”.
I’ll never tell her just how much I’ll miss,
just one little hug or one little kiss.